The walk ... Beautiful life of one who finds himself in the black Or one that only one side of the mirror MOTION Reflection of so and so not need salt in this mansion Especially not to tell this story stele The days pass like a gentle wind on your face What about his footsteps nothing if not she passes away Beautiful moment for your carcass to bend its shell One day it breaks but she hopes to pass If the love in our hearts maintains that spark Nothing to fear and its tiny plots A moment of happiness 2, unconditional desire During this time, I do not want a drop of honey that Know its nooks to become a better man Use all my goods to die with honor The day perfect his need, at night, alone, I cry Rude awakening this morning for committing all these errors I dream to rekindle that flame distinguish TON picture I dying to finish this tale, make this shift I pushed the chair and the table, away from the shade I implore pardon TON my soul, let me firm in my advantage It is what keeps me going, keeps me in this rational mind, For her, I support, am Syrian, Mali, Palestine, With it, I remember and I feel good, the spirit of healthy Without it, Im not human but NOTHING like them = With it, I can only become a good person The mixing of genres? No, not that ugly style Good thinking, regrets, there is the way The return through it, there is our destiny You know, you respect it, yet you flees, You wanted it, you accept it, however you her night Your cheek, your appearance, while, for you it undergoes Circumspect, prosperous, it clears your troubles, In truth, everyone is free to move, What I wanted to say, she dispels the torment To you build, you do not seek arguments Finally, the Salat is for us the best of times. However, I await the moment of this Immense Meeting, we EASY access to this privilege that I said, ultimately, it is not a story or a story but the story of the accounts .... James Diamondz
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 10:05:53 +0000
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